Passages Of Thought

Sliding along passages of thought, touching upon even methods of rhythm, alone and unforgotten. Always looking about from within depths of this poetical being, touching feelings and bringing emotions to the surface. There they can be seen in tears as they fall from an interior sadness and sorrow that's been held in. Afraid to let it be known for it may end up in a mood of despair, which is better off not being let go of. Because holding it in helps this poetical being to let it flow intensely out into one poem after another. Leaving this mere poet in another dimension where only one may enter on an interior journey.